Dearest Stand Up Comedy,
I love so much about you. I love the way people laugh when they are around you. I love the way you make me feel like a useless piece of shit and make me giddy inside with your possibilities, all at the same time.
I even love the way you make me angry. I revel in the injustice of who you let be famous, as well as loathe the honest fact that a lot of the famous are just more talented, plus, they get up early and get shit done.
Perhaps it's the way you try to fix things by throwing me a bone and letting me be on a cable show, or play at a club in the bible belt, where the club owner is super chill about the f-bomb and pussy jokes.
It all has made our relationship hugely co-dependent, yet weirdly stronger. While I know it's not possible, I long to spend all of my time in your presence, or at the very least, never-ever having to buy a ticket at a comedy club near me.
Always know, that when in the middle of a crying-jag, your jokes, laughs and easy access to alcohol, help wash the tears away. You always carry me through, just as you did on that open mic, so many years ago...
Yours forever,
Sounds like a good relationship, overall. :)
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